obits, poetry

tonight i can write the saddest lines

Some of the saddest news I've heard in a while: Nicholas Hughes, son of Sylvia, has committed suicide.Nick and the CandlestickSylvia PlathI am a miner. The light burns blue.Waxy stalactitesDrip and thicken, tearsThe earthen wombExudes from its dead boredom.Black bat airsWrap me, raggy shawls,Cold homicides.They weld to me like plums.Old cave of calciumIcicles, old echoer.Even… Continue reading tonight i can write the saddest lines

obits, poetry

sigh

Another sad loss:Hayden Carruth, 87.My favorite of Carruth's poems:I, I, IFirst, the self. Then, the observing self.The self that acts and the self that watches. ThisThe starting point, the place where the mind begins,Whether the mind of an individual orThe mind of a species. When I was a boyI struggled to understand. For if I… Continue reading sigh

obits, poetry

heavy with sadness and love

Reginald Shepherd died yesterday.Taking a cue from the Poetry Foundation Blog, Harriet, I will post a beautiful poem written by Shepherd:How People DisappearIf this world were mine, the stereostarts, but can't beginto finish the phrase. I might surviveit, someone could add, but thatsomeone's not here. She's crownedwith laurel leaves, the placewhere laurel leaves would beif… Continue reading heavy with sadness and love